The Goddess of Love's blight on Buck Island

It was late-spring at Turtle Beach on Buck Island, St. Croix.

The beach was more populated than it usually was, as a destination wedding was being held there.

Hot, able young women and their boyfriends and husbands enjoys a day on the whitest sand and bluest water under a perfect day.

One of the bride's maids dipped her toes into the water and jumped a little from the cold seawater. She felt herself jump a little as she felt her boyfriend wrap his arms around her from behind, cold from having just gotten out of the water.

He kissed her on the neck. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. He could be a dork sometimes but she still loved him.

He kissed her back. This time it lasted longer. She felt his cock grow hard from under his swim trunks, and while at first she was shocked, she couldn't separate herself from him as their kissing intensified.

Unable to control herself, she shoved him down onto the sand and took off her bikini bottom, so lost in her lust that she forgot she was in a public area. She pulled down his trunks just enough for his member to pop out upward. She mounted him, lined it up to her lower entrance and plunged it inside of her. She was so wet, no foreplay was necessary. He grabbed her breasts through her bikini top and played with them, manhandling them so hard that they were going to leave bruises, but she was too drunk on passion to care.

The couple rutting on the beach would have drawn a few eyes if everyone else there wasn't doing the same themselves.

One of the groom's college friends was on his back as two women -- twins -- used him, one taking his cock while the other sat on his face. Two of the bridesmaids, not having any dates to bring to their friend's wedding, started making out, their breasts rubbing against each other through their swimsuits. The groom was taking it in the ass by one of his bros from college, the latter having dreamed of doing so ever since they'd first met, while the bride was taking it in every orifice by the groomsmen.

The only person not drowning in their passions was a woman. She was completely nude, Mediterranean. Attractive in a way that made all other women weep with envy. She had just walked out of the ocean, a stranger to the proceedings, though what was happening happened every time mortals were in her physical presence. She just had that effect on people.

All gods had that effect on people. When Mars walked in, everyone starts killing each other. When Vulcan came, people are overcome with a desire to build and create. When Mors was there, everyone dropped dead of natural causes all at once.

Then when Venus arrived upon your shores, a lustful madness overtakes you.